Tales of a Mirror
Bright and glittering new,
my appearance projects nothing.
Cracks and blemishes are not
one with my inner shadow.
Many faces may peer in to
my shimmering glass expecting
to see their reflection then
yet their true self is not
projected only a plain shell
is created.
Many stories are thus recorded
and as time goes by cracks
appear displaying wear and tear.
But still faces peer in to my
shimmering glass expecting
to see their reflection but when
will they learn that beauty
is found within for many
faces do not reflect what
is truly themselves.
As time goes by I remain
a mirror but I, myself,
am not free of the elements
of life and age.
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